Wave runners, laundry, and secret crushes in health class.

I think that I'm entitled to keep writing. I mean, maybe nobody's reading, but at the same time I created this space to be filled and not filling it seems like such a shame. If I was going to leave this blog for good, then I would like to think I'd have a closing letter. And no, this is not it.

In the past few days, or weeks I guess, I think I've grown up a little bit. It's one of those parts of growing up where you don't really choose to be brave, you don't really choose to act mature, you just kind of have to. You're forced, you have no choice. You have to take what's in front of you and make the most out of it, just go for it.

Last Thursday I started my first day of Health class, it's a summer class obviously, but it's my first class at my hopefully new school and I don't mean to toot my own horn, but stepping into a new school isn't just all peaches and cream. Don't get me wrong, it's been really great and I'm enjoying myself, it's just a little awkward, you know? It's new. You're new. 

Last Sunday I rode my first ever wave runner. At first I was kind of nervous, you know, and it didn't help that a sort of cute guy in his early twenties (twenty, twenty-one I believe) was driving. But then I said "yolo" (yes, I actually said yolo multiple times that day) and got onto the back of the little vehicle. I then proceeded to have a blast and I want to ride one again very soon.

My mom's been gone for nearly two weeks on vacation, she just got home tonight. I don't know if I've ever been apart from her for that long. I did dishes, and loads of laundry, and I had to ask for more rides. And it was an experience. 

Life is full of experiences. Some good, some bad, some bittersweet. You live and you learn. You live on wave runners and in class rooms and at bonfires, playing games like children and getting bruises. You learn how to use your washer, you learn that being late for school is an awful feeling, and that you can make it. I haven't quite made it yet, but I'm on my way. And on my way is better than at the starting line, waiting for a push.

I think I'll relate this little season to The Perks of being a Wallflower (which I recently finished) and raspberry coffee and perhaps some of the new songs I purchased. Maybe I'll also relate it to Dawson's Creek and carrying a bag of quarters and Snow White and the Huntsman. Which goes along with my latest OBSESSION. Chris Hemsworth.

And another thing. I really like having secret crushes. The crushes you don't tell your friends about. It's kind of fun and exciting. I like having secret crushes in health class. I really do.